The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The bleach stung my eyes as I poured it into the pot, the sharp chemical bite cutting through the damp air of the hall. My hands shook, not from the cold, but from the sheer, grinding effort of keeping the roots from drying out. It was a Tuesday, and the sleet was hammering against the windowpanes, a relentless, icy drumbeat that made the path to the driveway treacherous. I had to sell this...

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